Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

Dinah touched her. The sensation of it was foreign, startling, but not unwelcome; Ana was unused to the touch of any but her littermates, both by circumstance and by choice. She went very still. Her tears slowed and then stopped.

New flowers. Ana clicked once; twice. Then she nodded. Flower, She whispered, half to herself. Her nose dipped toward Dinah's paw where it was pressed against her own, and she kept her muzzle there, holding this point of contact between them.